The Divine Farce Quotes

“To the extent that heaven above is isolation, it seems to be hell. To the extent that hell below is a crowd, it apparently is heaven. Maybe we are condemned to an endless nagging sense of discomfort balanced against comfort, satisfaction against the itch to escape.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“The world is not what it is: the world is what you make it.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“I’d feel paradoxically full in the stomach, empty in my heart, tired, alone, content, whole, hollow, broken and repaired, cheated and lucky, useless and essential to the cosmic pattern.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“Reach as high as you can. Ascend to heaven. Rise to the challenge. Stretch to the sky. Elevate your mind. Seek knowledge at the summit. Attain the pinnacle of joy, the peak of success, the spire of aspire, the loft of lofty.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“If death hands you rancid shit strewn with human hair, make an escape ladder. Is that a variant of the adage?

Michael SA Graziano”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“I came to know hundreds of private constellations. Animals, buildings, words, faces—it was my obsession. The ability to lose myself in a vast mural of the imagination, and in that way to separate myself occasionally from the others, was necessary to my equilibrium.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“but difficult was not the same as impossible.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“Theatrics don’t work if nobody cares.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“we were immersed in sonic color—”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“After the slow ages of nothing, I craved a hideous din.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“The rules of the divine game resulted in a certain isolation of the soul.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“Henry Greene’s hobby was his constant exercise. He did quarter squats—he couldn’t squat down any farther in the confined space—and he jogged in place and he did what he called resistance training, pressing his palms against the opposite sides of our tube and tensing every muscle in his torso. His exercise had a frenetic quality, as if he were trying to distract himself from the fundamental truths. For all his sarcasm and his disparagement and his cruel smile and his burly posturing, he was fragile. I could sense it as if my nerves had grown directly into his skin. Sometimes he would fly into insanity. He’d shriek with a strangled, pear-gargling sound. He’d thump his head against the wall—and if anyone had the physical strength to knock out his brains it was our Henry. The cracking sound of skull on cement was sickening. We’d grab him and Rose would wrap her thin strong tentacle arms around his head. He’d fight us, screaming and staggering, and we all three would get our share of bruises. He was much stronger than me. After a while he’d stop surging under us and calm down. Or give up. Well, he’d say after a long pause, in resignation and also in apology, it is what it is.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce